Swish...
An immense amount of smoke started to rise.
After a while, the sound of the water rolling around disappeared. The bathroom's door opened, and a burst of steam emerged.
Bu Fang used a white towel to dry his wet hair and draped a blue robe over his body. A light belt secured his blue robe, gently falling to the side.
He walked out of the bathroom, exhaling. He shook his head, sending droplets of water everywhere.
Tilting his head to one side, he looked at Ni Yan, who was still sleeping peacefully on his bed.
Bu Fang stood in a daze for a while. He dried beads of water on his body then hung the towel on the racket.
Walking to the window, he leaned against the window frame, watching the fluttering blood-colored snowflakes in the sky through his glass window. His eyes looked slightly empty.
Looking at Ni Yan, Bu Fang couldn't help but think of the Light Wind Empire.
